Long time ago I wrote this story and some people asked me to continue it. There are then two parts that complete the history. This one is a bit more light but essential for the continuity of the story.
I have been renting an apartment for a while now.
At 35 years old, single, I'm actually doing very well. In this neighborhood there are many attractive women of various ages. From teenagers with great curiosity about how to behave with a bigger man, to true milfs bored with their husbands and wanting a bit of wild sex with a younger man. I can't complain.
The biggest problem is married women. You have to handle them with great tact so no one suspects, because if they find out the husbands things can get complicated. It's also true that they are the easiest. They're always available and don't mind a quickie at any moment and in any position. All they want is to have inside a cock that isn't their boring and routine husband's. And since they think they have few years left before being desirable, then they give themselves quickly and without too many objections. For someone like me who doesn't want to waste time on long relationships and predictable hysterics, they're the ideal option. Singles, on the other hand are more complicated because they start with their possessive ambition right away. They want to be the only ones and even though I clarify things from the first moment, sometimes things get complicated.
Anyway, everything was going smoothly until the apartment owner started chasing me. She thinks I didn't notice but I noticed how she watched all my movements and took down the data of every female visitor who came to my apartment. Until one day something inevitable happened.
I went to pay the rent, the husband wasn't there, and the very slut began to insinuate herself shamelessly. Honestly, she's very appetizing so I didn't resist much, and in a few minutes she had me nailed to the point of my cock, in the little shed at the back of her house. When she cleaned up after her orgasm, I put it in her mouth and I think for the first time, the cum from a male reached the bottom of her stomach. At least that's what her faces suggested, and how she was trying to get it out before I came. Of course, I didn't listen. Enjoyed watching her cheeks puff up and the effort she made to swallow all the semen without letting a drop escape.
From then on, when her husband wasn't home and no neighbor could see her going upstairs, and I was in my apartment, the very slut would come up, and depending on how much time I had, it would be oral sex, masturbation, a quickie, or a full-on fuck on the bed. I tried to control her by telling her that the neighbors wouldn't take long to notice if she kept coming over so often, and eventually managed to space out her visits, leaving room for other women who offered themselves to me from time to time.
It didn't take long before the other women who came to my apartment started gossiping about the housewife and me in a nasty way, something I always denied. I had never commented on my relationships with women to anyone, and thought I never would. But things don't happen many times like a dream.
One day when Sandra was away, it was her husband Marcos who came up to my apartment.
When he opened the door, I must have looked surprised.
- Hi, Marcos, how are you?
- Not bad, Gustavo, I need to talk to you.
- Come in, come in, make yourself at home.
Marcos entered and took in the whole atmosphere with his eyes.
- Honestly, it's really nice, isn't it? he said proudly of his work.
- Yes, Marcos, it's really nice and functional. You put a lot of effort into it, I said sincerely.
- Yes, it would be a shame if you had to leave it, he said sitting down in an armchair.
I froze. This guy knew something. I had to handle the situation with tact so it wouldn't end in a tragedy.
- Well, Marcos, there are still... A few months of contract, I said conciliatorily. - Yes, but if you're not honest with me, it seems to me that the contract will be terminated much earlier, he said calmly leaning back in the armchair he was occupying. I sat down silently in the armchair facing him. I studied him for a few seconds, unable to understand where the thing came from, although I actually imagined it. The stories had reached his ears and everything was going to explode. I had to keep denying until the end. - Look, Gustavo, I understand that at your age and with your appearance and education, you don't have too much trouble getting women. In fact, many times I pretend to be asleep, but from my bedroom I hear the moans of the females who visit you. It's all fine, Gustavo, I don't have problems with that, he said when I threatened to speak. - I also understand that married women in the neighborhood see you as a suitable response for years of routine and boredom with their partners. Of course, the additional problem will be generated by the husbands who do not feel very comfortable showing horns, you know it. No, wait, let me finish and then I'll listen to you, he said again when I wanted to explain myself. - Finally, we've reached this point. I waited for my wife to travel so that I could talk to you like a man and so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. He looked at me fixedly and leaned his body forward. - It's already been a long time since I know you're screwing my wife. Don't deny it, because as you see, I've come in good terms and as I said, I understand perfectly the reaction of my wife and other married women from the neighborhood when they have before them a stud who promises a world of sensations that they no longer find on their marital bed. What I was thinking is how to straighten out this situation. And it's not that being cuck doesn't bother me too much, honestly. At this stage in my life, if my wife is happy, it's more important than the stupid pride of the deceived male. fully with his gestures and body language. He was really convinced.
- So, Gustavo, I just want you to prove that you're a real man and confirm the rumors circulating on the street, and then I'll tell you how we can solve this issue.
Suddenly, I felt like I had to know the truth. She deserved it.
- Well, Marcos, you know that sometimes things happen without anyone looking for them. In fact, I've had relations with your wife, but I'm willing to end everything immediately.
- Don't you like it anymore? asked Marcos.
- Yes, I do like it, but I don't want this to be a conflict between us.
- As you'll see, I didn't come to generate any conflict.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't understand where his proposal was going.
- If my wife has decided to be unfaithful, it's clear that if she's not with you, she'll find another guy around here. The truth is, I prefer knowing who she's with and what she's doing, he said with a rationality worthy of better cause.
- Are you saying you're okay with me sleeping with your wife?
- No, Gustavo. I don't think any husband is okay with someone else sleeping with his wife, but we can't fight reality, right?
- Well then... I said, trying to clarify the ideas.
- But it doesn't mean that some people enjoy it and others suffer, does it?
- Nnnno...
- In summary. You can keep screwing my wife, but under one condition.
Ah, here we are. What had occurred to him?
- I'm listening, Marcos.
- The next time you sleep with her, I want to see it. I need to know how my wife behaves with another guy.
I left in pieces. I wasn't prepared for that request.
- But...
- No buts. Instead of coming and beating me up, I came with the best vibe. This request is the least you owe me if you want to stay here.
I smiled without realizing it. Marcos was a son of a slut. He gave his wife away in exchange for a good show for him.
- Look, I promise I'll do my best, but it's not easy.
- That's enough. I conform. You fulfill your part and I augur many years of quiet and happy cohabitation, he said, getting up.
- I'll tell you how everything is arranged so that you can take my wife to my house. And I hope you make an effort. I want to enjoy the show, he said while saluting and leaving my apartment.
Several days passed without Sandra coming to visit me. Marcos sought a way to keep us apart until he could organize the trap. Finally, I received a message. Tomorrow, 7 pm, in my bedroom, when you're done, take her to your department.
The next day, I saw Marcos leaving with his car, and shortly after, I went down and rang the doorbell.
Sandra opened the door and smiled lasciviously.
- In a bit, I'll be up, she said.
- There's no need, I've already come down, I said, entering the house and starting to kiss her.
- Let's go upstairs, we'll be more peaceful there, she said between kisses.
- No, Sandrita, today you're going to get it in your bedroom. Your husband has left and will probably not return for a good while.
- In fact, he doesn't come back until tomorrow, but I'm afraid.
- And it turns me on to take you in your marital bed. Come on, give me the pleasure, I assure you it'll be worth it.
Sandra gave herself completely and stopped arguing.
I have been renting an apartment for a while now.
At 35 years old, single, I'm actually doing very well. In this neighborhood there are many attractive women of various ages. From teenagers with great curiosity about how to behave with a bigger man, to true milfs bored with their husbands and wanting a bit of wild sex with a younger man. I can't complain.
The biggest problem is married women. You have to handle them with great tact so no one suspects, because if they find out the husbands things can get complicated. It's also true that they are the easiest. They're always available and don't mind a quickie at any moment and in any position. All they want is to have inside a cock that isn't their boring and routine husband's. And since they think they have few years left before being desirable, then they give themselves quickly and without too many objections. For someone like me who doesn't want to waste time on long relationships and predictable hysterics, they're the ideal option. Singles, on the other hand are more complicated because they start with their possessive ambition right away. They want to be the only ones and even though I clarify things from the first moment, sometimes things get complicated.
Anyway, everything was going smoothly until the apartment owner started chasing me. She thinks I didn't notice but I noticed how she watched all my movements and took down the data of every female visitor who came to my apartment. Until one day something inevitable happened.
I went to pay the rent, the husband wasn't there, and the very slut began to insinuate herself shamelessly. Honestly, she's very appetizing so I didn't resist much, and in a few minutes she had me nailed to the point of my cock, in the little shed at the back of her house. When she cleaned up after her orgasm, I put it in her mouth and I think for the first time, the cum from a male reached the bottom of her stomach. At least that's what her faces suggested, and how she was trying to get it out before I came. Of course, I didn't listen. Enjoyed watching her cheeks puff up and the effort she made to swallow all the semen without letting a drop escape.
From then on, when her husband wasn't home and no neighbor could see her going upstairs, and I was in my apartment, the very slut would come up, and depending on how much time I had, it would be oral sex, masturbation, a quickie, or a full-on fuck on the bed. I tried to control her by telling her that the neighbors wouldn't take long to notice if she kept coming over so often, and eventually managed to space out her visits, leaving room for other women who offered themselves to me from time to time.
It didn't take long before the other women who came to my apartment started gossiping about the housewife and me in a nasty way, something I always denied. I had never commented on my relationships with women to anyone, and thought I never would. But things don't happen many times like a dream.
One day when Sandra was away, it was her husband Marcos who came up to my apartment.
When he opened the door, I must have looked surprised.
- Hi, Marcos, how are you?
- Not bad, Gustavo, I need to talk to you.
- Come in, come in, make yourself at home.
Marcos entered and took in the whole atmosphere with his eyes.
- Honestly, it's really nice, isn't it? he said proudly of his work.
- Yes, Marcos, it's really nice and functional. You put a lot of effort into it, I said sincerely.
- Yes, it would be a shame if you had to leave it, he said sitting down in an armchair.
I froze. This guy knew something. I had to handle the situation with tact so it wouldn't end in a tragedy.
- Well, Marcos, there are still... A few months of contract, I said conciliatorily. - Yes, but if you're not honest with me, it seems to me that the contract will be terminated much earlier, he said calmly leaning back in the armchair he was occupying. I sat down silently in the armchair facing him. I studied him for a few seconds, unable to understand where the thing came from, although I actually imagined it. The stories had reached his ears and everything was going to explode. I had to keep denying until the end. - Look, Gustavo, I understand that at your age and with your appearance and education, you don't have too much trouble getting women. In fact, many times I pretend to be asleep, but from my bedroom I hear the moans of the females who visit you. It's all fine, Gustavo, I don't have problems with that, he said when I threatened to speak. - I also understand that married women in the neighborhood see you as a suitable response for years of routine and boredom with their partners. Of course, the additional problem will be generated by the husbands who do not feel very comfortable showing horns, you know it. No, wait, let me finish and then I'll listen to you, he said again when I wanted to explain myself. - Finally, we've reached this point. I waited for my wife to travel so that I could talk to you like a man and so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. He looked at me fixedly and leaned his body forward. - It's already been a long time since I know you're screwing my wife. Don't deny it, because as you see, I've come in good terms and as I said, I understand perfectly the reaction of my wife and other married women from the neighborhood when they have before them a stud who promises a world of sensations that they no longer find on their marital bed. What I was thinking is how to straighten out this situation. And it's not that being cuck doesn't bother me too much, honestly. At this stage in my life, if my wife is happy, it's more important than the stupid pride of the deceived male. fully with his gestures and body language. He was really convinced.
- So, Gustavo, I just want you to prove that you're a real man and confirm the rumors circulating on the street, and then I'll tell you how we can solve this issue.
Suddenly, I felt like I had to know the truth. She deserved it.
- Well, Marcos, you know that sometimes things happen without anyone looking for them. In fact, I've had relations with your wife, but I'm willing to end everything immediately.
- Don't you like it anymore? asked Marcos.
- Yes, I do like it, but I don't want this to be a conflict between us.
- As you'll see, I didn't come to generate any conflict.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't understand where his proposal was going.
- If my wife has decided to be unfaithful, it's clear that if she's not with you, she'll find another guy around here. The truth is, I prefer knowing who she's with and what she's doing, he said with a rationality worthy of better cause.
- Are you saying you're okay with me sleeping with your wife?
- No, Gustavo. I don't think any husband is okay with someone else sleeping with his wife, but we can't fight reality, right?
- Well then... I said, trying to clarify the ideas.
- But it doesn't mean that some people enjoy it and others suffer, does it?
- Nnnno...
- In summary. You can keep screwing my wife, but under one condition.
Ah, here we are. What had occurred to him?
- I'm listening, Marcos.
- The next time you sleep with her, I want to see it. I need to know how my wife behaves with another guy.
I left in pieces. I wasn't prepared for that request.
- But...
- No buts. Instead of coming and beating me up, I came with the best vibe. This request is the least you owe me if you want to stay here.
I smiled without realizing it. Marcos was a son of a slut. He gave his wife away in exchange for a good show for him.
- Look, I promise I'll do my best, but it's not easy.
- That's enough. I conform. You fulfill your part and I augur many years of quiet and happy cohabitation, he said, getting up.
- I'll tell you how everything is arranged so that you can take my wife to my house. And I hope you make an effort. I want to enjoy the show, he said while saluting and leaving my apartment.
Several days passed without Sandra coming to visit me. Marcos sought a way to keep us apart until he could organize the trap. Finally, I received a message. Tomorrow, 7 pm, in my bedroom, when you're done, take her to your department.
The next day, I saw Marcos leaving with his car, and shortly after, I went down and rang the doorbell.
Sandra opened the door and smiled lasciviously.
- In a bit, I'll be up, she said.
- There's no need, I've already come down, I said, entering the house and starting to kiss her.
- Let's go upstairs, we'll be more peaceful there, she said between kisses.
- No, Sandrita, today you're going to get it in your bedroom. Your husband has left and will probably not return for a good while.
- In fact, he doesn't come back until tomorrow, but I'm afraid.
- And it turns me on to take you in your marital bed. Come on, give me the pleasure, I assure you it'll be worth it.
Sandra gave herself completely and stopped arguing.
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